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The rope unraveled

I will not braid it, repaired

It would tell a lie

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Comment by flannery on September 16, 2014 at 8:41am

Laurajay, I really like your poem! Well said! and thank you for you love and understanding-sending hugs and love right back to you-Jenny 

Comment by laurajay on September 11, 2014 at 2:53pm


    After I saw the cobbler

          My shoe was as good as new

     I'm a walker no longer a hobbler

           With him gone it's what I must do.

Thinking of you, my friend. I understand.   love lj

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